Sefa
Sefa
| Name | Sefa |
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| Occupation | In her words, "I would say I'm a proffessional bum but that might be overexagurating the workload I have. I periodically do random bits and pieces of work but mostly I'm far to lazy for that..." |
| Age | Mid twenties |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Usually found in the Prancing Pony, by her tree or in whatever gutter she's collapsed in after a drinking/barfighting session. Of late she has increasingly been found at Bucke's forge. |
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| Outward Appearance |
Sefa is an eccentric, sarcastic and awesome rogue from Dale and that is about all you need to know really...
Sefa. To describe Sefa is to describe the epitomy of drunken gitishness. Her personality is fizzy, wild and eccentric to say the least but there is perhaps more to her than that. Certainly in more recent days she's been showing a lot more emotion than she has for many a year although the cause of this would be uncertain to most, it would still seem obvious that the flamboyant girl is perhaps developing into a woman at last.
When you first set eyes on her you would notice her build - tall at 5ft7" and very skinny with almost no curves, although she has a surprising amount of muscle to her build given her general lack of fat. She almost seems half starved at the best of times. Her height has been built in her legs and her torso seems almost out of proportion with her lanky legs, although this is perhaps hard to see due to the perpetual limp which plagues her stride and disallows her full movement. Her body looks a little wasted, as though all the ale, barfights and inconsistent eating patterns are finally taking their toll on her figure even though there wasn't much to her to start with. Scars of varying shapes and sizes cover her body making her look a lot more brutal than her personality would suggest. Most of the scars appear recent, particularly the logical little lines which work their ways up her arms and legs at regular intervals. The scar on her cheek is probably the oldest and is rather faint due to its age. Perhaps the most viscous scar is the stump of her former left index finger although this is perpetually hidden by a pair of gloves and is pretty unnoticeable to all but the most observant.
Looking at her facial features, one would notice her cheekbones to be rather wide, cheeks themselves to be gaunt and chin to be rather long giving her a rather triangular lower face. Her brows and forehead are high, suggesting a nobility which she truly doesn't possess. The most striking feature of her scarred face would be her eyes which are of reasonable size and are a lovely shade of bright, sea blue. They do not however do anything phobish such as suck you into their depths and they hold no memories of long lost trauma within them - they are just eyes after all. On the rare occasions when Sefa doesn’t have her splendiferous hat on, her hair is seen to be short, just reaching to the bottom of her ears, and jaggedly cut with a clearly careless hand, presumably her own. Her hair is the colour of lava on a dark night although due to her pathetically pale skin this bright effect is somewhat countermanded. The almost permanent grin on her face would often reveal her shiny, white teeth which are in surprisingly good condition given the amount of ale that she consumes although goodness only knows how she’s managed to keep them like that.
Sefa is basically always seen in her flamboyant hat of which she takes exceptional pride and is the apple of her eye to say the least; she’s also usually seen in her crimson scarf which when asked about would turn out to be a gift from a dear friend. Her other clothing appears to hold little store for convention and is usually as clashing, colourful and eccentric as she can find. Although originally her clothing was of reasonable quality it’s easily imaginable how one who’s a scruffy drunken lout such as herself can turn quality items into a patched network of colourful, often stained, rags. Apparently Sefa takes little pride in appearance….
When she speaks her voice is rather low in pitch although her piecing cackled laughter will always go up about ten octaves higher than the ear can cope with without complaint. Her accent is that of the people of Dale and her vocabulary is surprisingly large although that’s mostly due to the words that she tends to make up.
She’s almost always seen with her tall, wooden staff of unknown origin although she can walk easily enough without it. The only visible jewellery on her regularly is the ring which she keeps hidden on her right index finger underneath whatever gloves she’s wearing. Sefa also keeps a sword at her side which she uses for swashbuckling purposes although the blade itself is looking a little worn and uncared for, rather like its owner to be fair…
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Background
OOC note: Sefa is an oddly private person and its hard to find any real information from her ceaseless ramblings so I thought to enlighten the reader with a few basic facts from Sefa's past. For more details about her then meet her in character or read some of her adventures.
Origin: a village just outside the town of
| Friends | Many! |
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| Relatives | None in Breeland apart from her brother Denith. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Her pixie minions to some extent... |
| Loves | ALE! Hats (in particular her own), her goat a good bit of swashbuckling/barfighting, her pixie minions, her friends, generally being drunk... |
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| Hates | Her brother/parents, people who don't like her hat, people who spoil barfights with weapons, rats. |
| Motivation | Attention from her parents... |
| Quotes | Dessmond - "She's mostly drunk... even without having anything to drink." |
Sefa's Adventures
| Of ale, hats and barfights - entry the twelfth. | 18 weeks 11 hours ago |
| The Batty Barmaid | 19 weeks 3 days ago |
| Menu for the Bearded Bear Tavern. | 19 weeks 5 days ago |
| Of ale, hats and barfights - entry the eleventh. | 28 weeks 3 days ago |
| A guide to getting a reputation. | 32 weeks 5 days ago |
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